one thing led to another.
Chapter 1
Mrs adeleke enters the long hall of federal community college of education libary and greeted the librarian, "elder" like the students use to call him."Good day maam", the library attendant responded continuing with his paper marking and stock taking.
Mrs adeleke is nothing like anything the students of community college has seen before,
She is tall, huge, and wears this hard face that makes every student want to avoid her.
Her husband mr. adeleke is a wealthy bussiness man, always on the go. If not in dubai today then he is in china or london and barely had time for his family. Both of them had lived as husband and wife for twenty five years now with only a son to show for it. They sent thier son (francis) abroad to go and study medicine. It has become almost impossible to see the couple together, they are always going thier seperate ways. Its been two years now since francis last came back to nigeria, who cares about him? Not even his father who's delight is in traveling far and wide.
Mrs adeleke was putting on a black linen material designed by a special tailor in the eastern part of nigeria. The italian high hilled cover shoe,that she was putting on is the type you see not in a local boutique. She has all the money she will ever need but will not let go teaching job, for her thats the only thing that makes her happy.
She made her way down the hall, michael a student in one of the classes she handles was sitting right at the extreme of the library. She aproached the table where michael was sitting, leaned on the table and said without attracting the audience of the students sitting around "michael, see me in my office now", then she turned and left the library at once.
Mrs adeleke's office does not pose an unusual site for a lady of her status. blue tiles,flat screen television hanging on the wall, a pentium m dual core notebook (laptop) on the glass shiny table, and she was sitting on a rolling, sophisticated seat, reading a news paper when a knock came on her door.
Michael closed the door behind him as he enters mrs adeleke's office, making his way slowly to the table where she was sitting. With a fixed gaze on the floor, michael already knows why mrs adeleke wanted to see him. She asked michael to see her at home the other day but michael didn't show up. Michael seems to be tired of having an affair with a married lady. As he aproached the table, mrs. Adeleke's voice came up very quietly. "michael baby, why have you turned down my invitation but instead choose to move with all these little girls that will add no value to your life, they will not just cost you, they might land you into troubles,they are just kids." Michael trying to be brave responded, "maam, am not moving with any little girl any where, i dont know who is feeding you with that piece of crab and beside i dont think what we are doing is right. I mean, its not right before God and man, even your innocent husband does not deserve this". "Who made you the jugde in this matter? Who even told you that my husband is innocent? Someone i barely see, do you know how many girl friends he has out there? Common michael, be a man, you are all i have, i can't even do one more day without you."
As michael sat opposite mrs adeleke and listened to all she was saying. His mind kept wandering and asking. How old are you? Just twenty one. what are you doing with a woman in her forties? A married woman.
Michael was still pondering over this thought as mrs adeleke's hand reached his unhairy chest through his unbottoned shirt.
The hand moved so slowly and steadly that michael's brain and body responded, and all the thought vanished, the only thing on michael's mind right now is getting under this skirt.
As michael reached the botton of her linen shirt, unbottoned it , pulled it off and took off her singlets. He was now presented with a huge burst. For michael this is not new, he has seen it over and over before.
She groaned hastily as michael sucked a living day out of her. Aw...., hmm..., hoo..., i like this, whispered michael. She let loose her skirt, pulled off her pants. As michael tried to insert his dick, a knock came on the door.
Hold on, mrs. Adeleke shouted jumping to her feet. With a husky voice she whispered to michael, "hurry up". They both hurriedly put on their clothes, in less than ten seconds the place looked like nothing had happened. "come in", she said talking to the person at the door.
"So, michael tell your course rep to submit all the assignment first thing tomorrow on my desk.
jennifer enters the office, "good day maam"," good day jeniffer how are you", mrs adeleke asked. "Am fine", responded jeniffer.
Jeniffer is a replica of a blonde , she is the kind of girl that will not cease to attract attention each time she passes any group of people. She is slim, tall and has these blue eyes that will make any man want to jump at her. Someone had said that she's every man's dream, with all her beauty you can still sense some atom of humility in her. Her outfit just like her was looking so neat, well ironed and sowed to unveil her real shape. Jeniffer is nothing any man will want to miss, no, not michael. Michael admires her so much that he can't stand to see another man talk to her, for him thats fight. Every figure in the school knows there is something going on between michael and jeniffer. As jeniffer submitted her class daily report, she winked at michael and headed for the exit door.
Now, michael and jeniffer exits mrs adeleke's office, walking the long corridor of staff quaters. "Michael tell me, what bussiness do you have with that woman (mrs adeleke)?" Asked jeniffer. "What do you mean "? Asked michael." The way you visit her office these days one will be forced to suspect there is something going on", jeniffer replied. "Well, anybody can go ahead and think whatever they want after all its a free world, all i know is that mrs adeleke is my lecturer", michael said looking away from jenifer. Are you the only one she lectures? Asked jeniffer or are you now the class rep that brings her the daily report? Michael, michael, michael, be careful if anything is going on i think i deserve to know.
Jeniffer got home that hot afternoon, took her bath to ease her from the day's stress, rushed her meal and brought out her books to do her assignments. Then her mother walked into the living room where she was sitting. Jeniffer's mother(helen) unlike her daughter is fat, average in hight, infact people's opinion is that jeniffer took after her father. She neared the seat where jeniffer was sitting and sat very close to her. The seat was made with an animal skin , well structured, if you dont feel like sitting, you will be tempted to. "jenny, how was school today?" "Fine mum", jeniffer replied. "Mum, you didnt go to work today, what happened?
Jeniffer's mother works with one african standard alliance, an insurance company. She sometimes find it boring going to that office of her's. She complains that the company is paying less than enough for the services she renders.
"My daughter, your mother was not feeling strong today that's why i didnt go to work". "jenny"? "Mum", she answered. "The money i saw in your box today, how did you get that"? "oh my God, mum has it gotten to searching my things when am not around"? I didnt search your things, I was looking for your torn clothes to help fix them for you, but that did not answer my question. Where did you get the money from?
Jeniffer's uneasyness advanced as her mothers face turned from normal to hard. She is not going to take it easy with jeniffer, her only daughter. If she has been sleeping around, its time for her to know, she thought.
" Mu...mum, someone gave me the money to keep for her", jeniffer said with a cracked like voice. "So you have become a bank?" Helen shouted. "Hmm, so people now bank with you? Your father must hear this." She hurriedly exits the living room...........
What a blonde, her eyes are as blue as the sky, pointed nose, unspotted skin like that of a new born baby, fresh as the morning dew, hmm, what a perfect creature. The fairness of her colour makes
her skin look succulent, like her friends would say, " you are looking take away". Lynda by name is a young girl of twenty two. She was sitting opposite mr patrick as they both shared from a bottle of wine with their seperate glass cup. The club has a perfect settings for this kind of meeting. A tiny blue light, red light, and green light. You hardly see who is sitting next to you. This is where people come to hang out with their friends, partners and spouse. The music on the dance floor makes you talk on top of your voice. If you spend a night here you will have your voice cracked. Thats what you here people say. Young boys are busy dancing their life's out while the older men are sitting with their girl friends, drinking expensive wines.
Mr patrick, a tall, slim, handsome man in his late fourties, looked lynda's way and said, "baby I think our hotel room is calling us right now."
They made their way out of the club, turned right round the building and got to the entrance point of the hotel.
The hotel is a massive one, eight storey building with eighty rooms. Each room has a split unit air conditioner, well decorated and gives the comfort any of its user would enjoy.
Mr patrick talked to himself as they climbed the stair case to room fourty four. "wow this is what they call real investment, if I ever hit it big I will make sure I have one like this".
They entered room fourty four and closed the door behind them. In less than fourty five minutes they were out, they headed towards the garage for their car.
Mr patrick drives a mercedez benz 230 model, light green in colour with an unorganised interior.
They drove out of the hotel and headed for their homes. Lynda droped on the way and mr patrick continued his journey.
Mr patrick got home, entered the living room. His wife and daughter were sitting, watching a program on the television.
"Helen, is there any food in this house"? He asked as he sat on a seat near his wife and dozed off.
"Mum, looks like daddy is drunk again today?" Jeniffer asked staring at her mother. "My dear what do you want me to say?" Helen replied as she helped her husband take off his shirt. Helen was vaguely aware of the red stain on her husband's shirt when jeniffer spotted it and comented. "Mum, what is that stain on daddy's shirt?" "My God," helen mumbled. "This man will not kill me, he is cheating on me again." She rushed into the kitchen and came back with a cup of water, splashed it on patrick's face.
The red lipstick on patrick's shirt was so obvious that patrick has no explanation when he opened his eyes in a surprise. "Patrick, what is this?" she asked, holding the shirt in her right hand revealing the stained part.
Patrick stood up from the seat and stared helen in the face and said, "I dont have your time now. He walked to the door, entered the passage that led to his room, entered the room and banged the door.
Pasted on the door was a sticker that read.
God is not mocked, whatsoever a man soweth that he must reap.
Chapter 2
What nonsense", that was the voice of mr adeleke on the phone. Mr adeleke can be a very calm person but not when a bussiness is on the verge of collapse. This time a container load of goods he was expecting from china landed in thailand and will take another thirty days to get to nigeria. "Look kelvin, if this mistake repeats itself again, be rest assured that you will get no consignment from me again. What nonsense", and he pressed the stop botton on the phone.
His worn out blue jeans trousers and his sleeveless t- shirt is his usual outfit. He wears this almost all the time.
He picked the car keys on the center table of his living room, walked across to the exit door and made his way through the stair case to where his car was parked.
Mr. Adeleke in his mid fourties looks younger than a thirty year old . His regular morning execise has kept him fit and young. He love's dressing like younger men.
He got to his car, a two thousand and four model, toyota camry, white coloured. The interior looks like what you see in a first class business flight.
As he opened the car door, his phone rang. He brought out the phone, "oh, I forgot, I have an appointment", he exclaimed.
Hello my beautiful angel, how are you?" the voice from the other end of the line replied, "am fine". Baby I will be with you in a minute, sorry for keeping you waiting, mr. Adeleke pleaded.
He reversed out of the compound and sped off. The trafic on the road was hectic as mr. Adeleke pulled off the road and quenched the car engine. He called on the vendor who was across the road selling news paper. The daily news paper had some interesting headlines, mr. Adeleke glanced through the papers, picked one and paid the vendor.
When he got to the hotel it was already seven p.m. He parked his car, handed the keys to the security officer at work.
Room 56 is on the fifth floor. Mr. Adeleke has paid for the room six months in advance. He has visited the room six times in two months .
As he reached the door, he knocked. Jeniffer struggled out of the bed and walked to the door, opened the door.
Mr adeleke walked in. "Baby, hope you are not angry with me?" he asked. "am not angry with you but as you can see its late I have to go", jeniffer replied." Am sorry, so, so, sorry baby, I promise this will not happen again", he pleaded. "Its ok", jeniffer responded. "but I have to go my mother must have come back home and will be looking for me".
She picked her little hand bag from the bed, gave him a peck and left the room.............
Mr patrick noticed his friends car when he drove into the hotel. "ah, this man and young girls, who is he with again this time?" he thought.
City hotel is the second best hotel in town. Many of its patronizers thinks its up to international standard. As for mr patrick, he thinks room fourty four is part of his home.
He parked beside mr adeleke's car, came down from the car and picked out his phone from his hip pocket. Then he unlocked the phone's keypad, scrolling down the contact list. The third name on his contact list was adeleke's. He dialed the number, the voice came on from the other end of the line.
Pati, pati", mr adeleke's voice sounded. " I saw your car at the garage, meet me in the club when you are done, patrick told him and terminated the call.
The two men sat opposite each other, with a bottle of red wine on the table that seperated them.
As they drank up the first bottle, mr. Adeleke ordered for a second bottle.
The club as usual was hitting again . The dance floor is filled with both young and old this time. The d.j was filling them in with his old school jams.
As the two men drank from their bottle of red wine, mr. Patrick's phone rang. He stucked it out from his pocket. "Ah, this woman again," he said sighing. "Which woman?" mr adeleke asked. "my wife of course", patrick replied. "I think I have to go outside and take this call".
Mr. Patrick outside the club now, redialed his wife's number. Helen's voice came on the phone with no calmness in it. "honey , you need to talk to your daughter now, look at the time she is coming home".
Patrick not knowing how to handle the issue on the phone replied, "dont worry , I will talk to her when I come home.
It was almost eleven p.m when the two men drove out of the hotel in their cars and headed home in seperate ways. The road way was free so they both got to their homes in no time....................
Mrs adeleke's office was looking deserted this monday morning when she walked in. The cob webs and the dust had made it look unlike it. She had called jeniffer on her way coming to come and help her clean up the office.
Jeniffer arrived the office shortly after mrs. adeleke entered.
She dusted the table and chair, while mrs. Adeleke arranged the books on the cabinet.
Jeniffer?" mrs. Adeleke called. "yes mam", she answered. "How would you feel if I smash your head on this cabinet right now?" "why would you want to do such a horrible thing?" jeniffer asked. "B ecause you did something horrible to me". Mrs. Adeleke replied.
Jeniffer's eyes lit up when she heard that. What could be the problem now? She thought.
"what where you doing in a hotel yesterday with my husband?" mrs. Adeleke asked. Jeniffer was dumb founded, not knowing what to say, she thought. Who could have told this woman about her meeting with the husband yesterday. "I dont understand what you mean!" She responded.
Am very sure you will not understand but may be before your parents you will understand."
"Please dont make faulse accusation on me I dont get one thing of all you are saying, jeniffer exclaimed.
Jeniffer dumped the rag on the floor, went for the exit door. As she held the handle to open the door, she paused, turned towards mrs. Adeleke and said. "I think it will interest mr. Adeleke to know that you are having an affair with a little boy in this school." With a great deal of strength she banged the door behind as she left.
Chapter 3
Startled, mr. Patrick paced the floor of his house. The boy that left his house few minutes ago, had left him an information he will live to remember all his life. "This had better not be true", he murmured to himself. "A friend I trust so much , sleeping with my daughter. This is unbelievable he exclaimed. What do I do now?"
His shoe produced a discotheque sound as he reached for his mobile phone that was on the table. He scrolled down the contact list to the name "hector".
Hector iwu, mr. Patrick's agent, was brief in hieght, middle aged, fat and balding. He had a perpetual smile which never reached his glassy expressionless eyes. He handled mr. Patricks affair like its his. He is efficient, intelligent and has a massive strength. Mr. Patrick will always need his services when it comes to pulling stunts. He never made mistakes, always careful. Mr. Patrick counts on him for any job he considered hard.
He recieved a phone call on that afternoon from mr. Patrick. The job was simple and easy, " monitor jeniffer for the next three weeks and bring back reports of all her movement outside the school and home"...................
Unaware she was being followed, jeniffer slide into the yellow painted taxi, "city hotel" she gave the adress as the taxi man drove off.
Hector in his green, old nissan blue bird, followed the taxi as it leads them to city hotels. He got down to observe very well the way she went.
Jeniffer got to the entrance of the hotel, climbed the stair case to room fifty six. She knocked on the door, opened it and entered.
Hector was still sitting behind the steering wheel when mr. Adeleke walked out of the hotel with jeniffer.
Hector pulled out a six mega pixel, sony digital camera, he and biggy had used this camera for many jobs like this. He zoomed it to get a clear view of both of them. He took the first shot where jeniffer was leaning on mr adeleke's shoulder. The second shot, she was giving him a peck. Then he got down from his car, this time they were inside the car. Jeniffer was kissing mr. Adeleke real hard when the flash came from the driver side of the car.
Mr. Adeleke shouted, "hey, hold on, what do you want?" as hector hurriedly made his way to his car, started the engine and took off in a speed.
Mr. Adeleke started the engine of his car and sped after the green nissan.
The street of rome was taking aback as the two cars rushly sped by, heading for the next street.
Mr adeleke lost sight of the green nissan as it entered the next street by the left.
Hector screamed, "yeah", when he noticed the car was no longer following him. He reduced his speed, then pressed the play botton on the car stereo and made his way home...................
Paradise hotel was also rated the second best in the town. Unlike city hotel, its patronizers are bussiness men who likes using it for summits and occassions.
Mr. Patrick sat on a tall wooden stool that has a flat leather cushion on it. On the counter before him was a glass of juice. He looked at his wacth it was already 8:30 pm." What could be keeping him?" he asked himself. Hector was supposed to be here by 6:30 pm, but two hours is gone and he is not here. Something must be wrong, he thought. He reached for his mobile phone, dialed hector's number , and the computerised voice came up with the usual response. The number you are calling is switched off please try again later.
Mr. Patrick stucked out some bill from his hip pocket, paid the bar man and left the hotel.
Michael jackson's billie jean played from his car stereo he was driving home. The thought of hector's absence for their meeting today provoked him. He opened the pigeon hole and brought out a packet of cigerette, sticked out one. As he smoked it, he drove across a couple in their volvo GL 740. They waved at him as he drove pass them. He had made a lot of money from this couple they had filed for divorce. Young couple of this days , they thought marriage is friendship, he said to himself. As he drove down towards allen junction he remembered the day he proposed to his wife. It was a sunday evening, he remembered. They had gone out to a party , on their way back, as he along an express way. He turned to helen who was sitting beside him. "baby , will you marry me?" he asked. Helen pretending to be deaf looked out the window, not paying attention. Patrick gazing at her did not notice the deep pot hole ahead. As they leaped into the hole, he speedly waved the wheel to the right and dashed against an electric pole by the road side, boosh. For a few minutes they both stared at each other. Then helen's voice silently, "I will marry you".
Funny how time flies, he thought as he aproached allen junction. He turned to his right and made his way home..................
Mr. Adeleke sat on the center table of his office, his eyes gazing at the news paper before him. Then he paused for a few minutes and thought about what happened previous day. The flash, the kiss and the race, "God" some one is trying to set me up, he thought. "Who could that be?" he asked himself. As he pondered on this thought, the door opened and biggy entered.
Mr. Adeleke shocked at the sight of this fat looking man who walks into his office without knocking asked, "my friend, what can I do for you ? " a lot", he answered. Biggy moved back the rolling chair and sat on it." You have some drinks here?" he asked regarding mr. Adeleke. "have you come here to drink or are you looking for some trouble?" The fat man looked his way, regarding him from hair to toe, and asked. "What do you know about trouble?" mr. Adeleke stood up from the table, pointed at the door and said, "get out of my office". "Well, I will get out of your office after we are done with our bussiness", biggy said. He waved mr. Adeleke to a chair opposite his. "sit down" , he said. "Now, do you recognise these?" he brought out a brown envelope and kept it on the table.
Mr. Adeleke picked the brown envelope, opened it and was presented with some pictures. "Hmm," he smiled. "So, this is where all these were heading to. Tell me fatty", he said refering to biggy. "What is your interest in this game?" "Well, if you must know I work for somebody". "my boss gave me this envelope to deliver to you, and also a note for you." He stucked out a piece of paper and handed it over to mr. Adeleke.
Mr. Adeleke opened the paper, written on it were these words.
Chairman, your wife would like to
see those pictures, even your friend
patrick would also like to see them.
Think about the pages it will cover
on the daily times news paper.
Well, the prize is two hundred thousand
dollars and you can have your peace.
Biggy walked out of the office as mr. Adeleke stared at the paper with curiosity on his face.
Chapter 4
Macdonald, the popular fast food place, is located beside the petrol station opposite paradise hotel. A red and yellow painted bungalow. People of different classes come here to get a cool off. It's one in town food place. People call it a one stop food place. Any thing food if you dont get it here you will get it no where else.
Now, michael and jeniffer entered the small buiding. The hall inside the building is not long but well furnished. The shiny tiles on the floor reflects the image of one when you walk on it. The waiters there were ever ready to serve their customers. Every customer was treated like a royal personel.
They both walked across to the counter, ordered for a bottle of coke each and some snacks. There wasn't much vacant seats in the hall but michael found a table by the window side, perfect, he thought as they walked to the table, pulled up the chairs under it and sat opposite each other.
Michael, his eyes a little dimmed looked glarinly at jeniffer and said, "baby I just wish I can spend the whole day with you alone". " you had me you had me all day, so what?" jeniffer reponded.
They had gone to the beach, visited friends and even attended a friend's birthday party on that same day. So, on their way back to michael's house they thought it a good idea to come in and have some food.
"Michael, how did you say you saw me and mr. Adeleke in a hotel?" jeniffer asked. Michael staring at her with no seriousness on his face said, "you are involved in a dangerous game. If you must know, I was in that hotel with mrs. Adeleke. But you will have more question to deal with than I will have I would have to. You are dating your fathers friend and your lecturer's husband. What a complication, michael continued. Your father knows about it now, and mrs. Adeleke also is aware. Now, you have to play along so we dont turn out to be the losers in this game. I need twenty thousand dollars to pay my tuition fee in the u.k. And the adeleke's are going to provide it. As for your father, dont worry , he will be taking care of.
For some minutes jeniffer stared at michael and wondered if this is the michael she use to know. "Common baby, am still the baby you know, nothing has changed just that I need money to advance my life". They chatted for some few minutes more and left the place to michael's house.
No body was home when they got to michael's house. Then, michael unlocked the door and they found themselfs inside the house.
Michael picked the remote on the center table and switched on the television. Jeniffer was sitting was sitting on the long furniture chair. Now, michael droped the remote, sat beside jeniffer on the same seat.
The picture of michael's parents was hanging on the wall opposite the twenty one inches television. An enlarged photo of michael and his elder sister was also hanging on the wall.
Michael's mother works at the railway station as the cashier while his father is a police man. They both earn barely enough to take care of their family. Michael and his sister lynda were the only children of mr. And mrs. Raymond.
As they both sat and watched the music video that was playing on the television, michael's hand reached for jeniffer's flat tommy. Jeniffer's expressionless face looked michael's way and she asked, "baby what do you want?" "some love" replied michael. She stood from the chair, walked to the door and made sure it was locked.then she returned and made him lie on his back. She unbottoned his shirt, unbottoned her's then, michael's hand pulled her breast closer to his mouth and began to suck, suck and suck.
The room was filled with ecstasy as they murmured and groaned. There was no time or space for humdrum. Very exciting moment it was for both of them as the music that played from the television gave the befitting sound track to the scene.
They fell down from the old tattered long chair and landed on the carpeted floor.
Michael now partially on top of jeniffer fumbled with her clitoris as she removed her pants. The scene wasn't much different from what you see in a sex movie.
His dick now ready for action through the vulva into the vagina. It went back and forth for another ten minutes. Then, michael exhausted laid flat on jeniffer and dozed off............
Lynda crossed her long leg over the other and regarded her shiny black sandals with her face expressionless. "Ok biggy, you have done a very good job. I can see my self swimming in riches now."she Stood up, strolled to the window and watched the kids that were playing football
bggy's two bedroom apartment was located on the second floor of a six storey building. He had lived here for more than nine years now. He happened to like the environment more than every other area in the small town. This place also serves as a good hide out for him when he is doing his dirty jobs. The building was somehow isolated, the only thing you see around it was fields and some closed down industries, even uncompleted buildings were not an unusual sites when you look out of the window.
Lynda walked back to the small table at the corner of the room, picked up the brown envelop again and started checking the contents. She brought out the first picture, where she and mr. Patrick were both naked lying on the bed. The second one she was on top of him. "Biggy", she called. "was it not hard for you getting these pictures from hector?" "well, I had to knock him out before he could release the photos," biggy said.
Biggy picked up the packet of ciggerette on the table, pulled out a stick and lighted it. Then he turned to lynda who was now sitting on the bed and asked. "So, now that we have two jobs at hand how do we go about it?"
we have the pictures of you and patrick, we also have pictures of mr. Adeleleke and jeniffer, what is the next plan?" biggy asked. Lynda has already planned out the whole deal. It was simple, they blackmail patrick and adeleke and see what they can get.
Biggy, I want you to handle this very carefully, no more blood shed, I think hector is already enough sacrifice for the deal. So play smartly in this game, and get me posted on every development and remember, you are in this alone." I have to go, she said and picked her bag and left the room.
Biggy picked the brown envelop, looked at the pictures one more time and thought, hmm, lets see who gets something out of this game.
Chapter 5
Hector's lifeless body was lying on the
bed in his one room apartment when the police discovered it. Someone had giviving out the information to the police that he has not been seen for some for some days which is unusual. So, the police on carrying out their investigation found him lying flat on his face, on the bed. There was no clue as to what led to his sudden death but one thing was certtain, he was murdered. The question now remains, by who and why was he killed? The neighbours all comfirmed to have seen him days before his disapearance, healthy and kicking.
Nothing incriminating was found in his room except for the digital camera that contained some suspecious files. May be these photos will lead us to the perpetrators of this homicide, jeff thought as he slid the camera into the pocket of his jacket.
Jeff, a middle aged man, five feet six inches tall, has this fair and soft looking skin with a baby like face. Though a detective but always never take things seriously, but one thing you can be sure is, he never handles any case and come out failed.
He went right round the room, pulled the small wooden bed and let it fall back on the floor. Nothing in that room was left unturned. The table, the television, the compact disc, the plastic chair, nothing in that room was left without a thorough search on it.
Jeff paused for a minute and asked, "does he have a car?" "yes sir," one of his men replied. We have checked out his car, its clear. I would like to see the car, he said and walked out of the room.
Hector's green nissan was parked at a corner side of the street, the car seems to have missed her master. The dust and dirts on its body simply tells you that the car has gone unwashed for some days.
Jeff approached the car, regarded it and opened the driver's side with his master key. It wasn't a much difficult task opening the door, jeff had opened tougher doors than this, so this was no case. He searched every nook and cranny of the car, the trunk, the engine, the underneath and found nothing suspecious. He was just about locking the doors when that thought flashed, have you opened the big dictionary at the back seat behind the driver?
He stretched forth his hand, picked the dictionary, as he was about opening it when his phone rang. It was his wife on the phone on the phone, she wanted to know how her sweet heart was fairing. The call took longer than was expected but after much talking and talking the conversation came to an end.
Then jeff now back to work, opened the dictionary. He was astonished at the sight of the content. A mobile phone inside a dictionary, this is crazy, jeff thought. The dictionary was carved from under the cover page, deep into the book, providing enough space to take more that a mobile phone.
He took the dictionary, locked the car and went for his own car...............
Victoria was in the kitchen when her husband entered the house. She was preparing the dinner. Jeff, tired and exhausted entered the kitchen, he had had a hectic day. The last thing he would want to hear now is that the food is not ready. He gave her a peck, reached for the pots and opened each one revealing the contents. "The food is not ready, why?" he asked.
Victoria had gone out with her friend cynthia. They had gone to the movie. She had anticipated to come home before six pm but cynthia wouldn't let her go. She didn't come until eight pm thats why the dinner was not ready, but how do I explain this to him, she thought. "Ok honey, I promise this wouldn't happen again, just forgive me this time," she replied holding his two hands. "ok?" "ok, he answered and went into his bed room.
Jeff's room was a very large one, you can spend weeks inside that room without the need of anything. The room has an inner chamber where jeff likes to stay whenever there is a nut to be cracked. He had built that for leisure, comfort and his job. The inner chamber had no more content than a table, chair, books and florescent light. Whenever jeff is handling a though case like he spends days inside the chamber.
He loosed his tie, unbottoned his shirt then moved across to the wardrobe and hung them. Then he walked into his chamber, holding in his two hands were the digital camera and mobile phone.
Inside the chamber now, jeff droped the mobile phone and the camera on the table and walked back into the room, picked his hp notebook which has always aided him in jobs of this nature. He walked right back into the chamber, connected the camera with a usb cable to the laptop. then he powered the camera, hence, acess the datas in the camera via the computer. He was still checking out the files when a knock came on the door. Victoria entered the chamber putting on a pink coloured handless top with a white attracting bump shot. Making her way slowly to the chair where jeff was sitting , she sat on his lap crossing her right hand over his shoulder. She pecked him and whispered to his ear,"honey food is ready." jeff hearing that turned to victoria and said, "dinning off we go ." They both walked across into the room when jeff paused and asked victoria to wait. Victoria looking back at him asked, "why wait?" then jeff asked, "dont you think that this food can equally wait?" "and then what?" asked victoria in return. Before she could get it, jeff's hands reached her arm, pulled her pushed her slowly to the bed and started fumbling with whatever he could reach on her body, first was her nipple then he went on.
The moment just like it has always been took jeff away from his job. The job can wait, jeff was having a good time.
Seven am the next day met him still lying on the bed with victoria. Just like one who was having a night mare he woke up. He took a look at his wrist watch, "God, its time for work." He hurried out of the bed, entered the toilet. A quick shower will do, he rushed back into the room, no ironed shirt, he brought out a black rumpled t shirt, reached for the ironing board, plugged the iron to the electric socket. Four minutes went by before the iron finally came on hot, he strengthened the shirt and unplugged the iron. There was no time for breakfast, he slid himself into a blue rugged jeans, combed his hair and applied some cream on his body, reached his tooth brush and began to brush his mouth. In no time he was ready to go, not even the previous night meal did he have time to eat. He tapped victoria on the buttocks, waking her up. Then, victoria struggled out of bed. "Honey, you are ready," she asked. "Yes, am off to work," replied jeff. "Wouldn't you have your breakfast before leaving?" she asked. " I would love to but as you can see am already late to work."
jeff hurried out of the room, making his way to the garage where his green mercedez was parked. Am I forgeting any thing, he thought. Meanwhile, the camera and the phone were left behind inside the chamber.............
Biggy's black pontiac was parked few meters away from jeff's house. Behind the steering, he lowered the seat, making him lie down on his back. Biggy has been waiting for two hours now. No sign of jeff nor his car, but he was ready to wait till eternity. In this kind of job you need patience, smartness and good thinking. If care is not taking this mess is enough to land one into a huge blunder. "But how can I make such a mistake," he muttered.
Biggy was in so much hurry the day he killed hector that he forgot to take the camera along with him. The day he had returned to take it, he found out that the police were already in possession of it. He was around the day police invaded hector's house, he had monitored everything that went on. Now he wants the camera back that is why he was going to wait even if its the last thing he will ever do.
Biggy and hector had worked as partners for so many years but these jobs at hand seems to have more better prospect than all the job they had ever done. Biggy can kill for anything less that money but when money is involved he is ready to kill and suck the blood of his victim. The initial hijack idea was introduced by hector, and biggy had also suggested they also take pictures of patrick and lynda. Even lynda is not in a safe hand, she had dated biggy for two years now, not really knowing his pontentials as a killer, cheater and whatever evilish. It was lynda's idea that they make some from patrick but little did she know about whom she was dealing with.
Biggy spotted a green mercedez aproaching, "that looks like the detective is finally leaving for work," he said. He watched the mercedez move past. Then he started his car engine, pushed the gear handle to the number one. He turned the steering wheel to the right, entering the street he moved very slowly till he got to the house number 14. He had been here yesterday when he followed jeff to know where he lived. He moved two buildings away from the house, then parked his car. He opened the pigeon hole and brought out a revolver. This will do, he thought shaking his head slightly. Then he got down from the car, locked it and made his way down to the house number 14. The revolver was stucked in the inner pocket of his jacket. The brown jacket as old as it looks will go on for another two years.
The three storey building was located close to palm avenue junction. If the houses in that street were to be numbered serially, the building will be the 33rd, but it was numbered according to the time it was built. It was the 14th building that was built in that street. As he enters the compound, he stood for a while to observe if there was any eye on him, there wasn't, so he made his way to the stair case. At the entrance of the stair case he paused again, checked out the environment making sure no body was following him. Then he relaxed, turned to face the compound,"hmm" he said. "This compound is very spacious, even the cars that were parked also made a lot of sense", he muttered. He turned to the stair case, took the first step, as he walked up the stairs he remembered doing this before. He had gone on a wild goose chase with hector. "oh, hector," he remembered. They had climbed a twenty two storey building without getting noticed. He remembered the story hector had told him on that night about an old man that came to the city. Killing hector is a barb he will have to live with all his life but what can one do? Sometimes someone may have to die for another to move on. Hector had told him that the old man came to the city and refused to cut his hair for the simple reason that the fee was high, but he ended up cutting his head when he tried to return back to his village.
Quietly, he made his way up to suite number seven, "thats it", he said. He had seen jeff enter here yesterday. Who could be inside, he thought. As he fumbled with the keys in his hip pocket, then came a noise from inside the house. A rush of cold ran through his spine,"my God", he exclaimed silently. Who ever it was biggy was ready for combat. Slowly, quietly he unlocked the door with his key. "cool", he muttered. A slight touch on the handle the door was open and he got himself inside the house. A step further into the house gave him an uneasy feeling, "but this had to be done", he thought. He took one step, took another step walking on his toes.
"One more step and i will blow your head off", victoria shouted. She was standing right behind biggy.
There wasn't much biggy could do, so he turned around, put his hands on his head and faced victoria who was now pointing a 38 revolver at him. "My God, vicky?" He said with a load of surprises on his face. "what are you doing here?" Biggy asked. "I should be'asking you that", victoria replied. "Austin what have you turned into? sneaking into people's home".
Austin was biggy's real name. He got that name biggy due to his fat nature. Friends started calling him that name and before you knew it, biggy" became his name.
Victoria returned the pistol to her pocket. "Come in", she said to biggy and showed him the way into their sitting room. Biggy and victoria got into the sitting room, "sit down", Vicky told him pointing at the long leather furniture positioned at the centre of the room. Then biggy sat on the soft leather chair. "Excuse me", vicky said, making her way into the next room in that same apartment.
As biggy sat on that chair, he looked around the room and saw the pictures hanging on the wall. Some were photo's of victoria and her husband, while some were pictures of victoria when she was younger. " i got it", biggy said, "vicky is the woman of this home", the pictures of her youth days made him remember the good old days with vicky. He and vicky had been couple during their days in school. Then biggy loved her so much that he was ready to do anything just to keep her. Vicky and biggy had won the best couple of the year then, but time, time is a killer and a healer. Time had killed the love they had for each other. "Well" biggy said, "time will still bring to us the better."
Not quite long victoria returned to the living room to meet biggy standing and walking slowly around the room with his face looking up on the wall, gazing at the pictures.
"Austin, please sit down we need to talk". "Ok", he said and sat down. Victoria walked to the chair next to the long one and sat. "Ok, austin tell me, what do you want?"
Biggy had been expecting the question so it took him no time to reply,"nothing much, just a camera". "camera?" victoria asked with a somewhat surprise on her face. " what camera and what has it got to do with me and my home?" she asked again. "Anyway" continued biggy, " your husband collected the camera that dosn't belong to him, it belongs to me." just as they were talking, vicky recalled seeing a camera in the chamber the previous day. She had to go and hide it, whatever the content of the camera was must be important and valuable. "hold on", she said to biggy and rushed out of the living room as if something on the fire is burning.
Biggy suspected a foul play and couldn't afford to lose out for anything so he rushed after her. Entering the next room he was faced with three different entrances. Which one now, he wondered. Then he sensed a kind of movement from the center room this time he had to be careful no one should be trusted. He pulled out his revolver, holding it with his right hand he moved closer and closer to the door of the room. With his left hand he pushed the door open. Victoria at the sight of his gun fired the first bullet which went pass virtually through biggy's head but it missed it. Biggy in return fired directly into her chest. "my God", she shouted as she reached the ground. "what have I done," biggy panicked. Biggy spoted the camera on the bed but did not see the memory card beside it. He picked the camera, there wasn't time to check anything so he hurried out of the house pausing now and then to make sure no one saw him.
Chapter 6
The airport was as busy as it used to be, people rushing in and people rushing out. The security in place was tight, you dare not enter without being thoroughly checked.
Mr. Adeleke in his car inside the airport (car park) listened to the old school jams that was playing from the car stereo. The car engine was on so he wound up the windows and let the air conditioner blow on top of its strength.
Francis had called him days before to inform him that he was coming back thats why he was at the airport. The timing was perfect so he didn't have to wait forever. He had told francis on the phone to meet him at the car park as soon as they arrive. He also gave him the discription of the car he came with. So it was no trouble for francis to locate him.
They hugged and exchanged greetings the african way. "get in the car," he told francis. They both entered the car and zoomed off. They got home at exactly 2:pm. "where is mum", asked fracis. "Oh, she must be at the school," replied mr. Adeleke. "Can I have the car keys," francis asked again. "Sure," replied his father. He took the car keys, rushed down the stairs. He looked so excited, when he came down there were many cars in the garage. "I prefer the black jeep," he muttered. He went back to the house, got the key to the black jeep and zoomed off with it. Who knows? May be he had joined some maffia group in america, cause the way he drove, he needs his head examined. Through the window he was flinging out the old cd's that played nothing but old school music. He brought out a flash drive from his pocket, inserted it into the usb space provided on the car stereo. The next thing you hear was a noise like beats. Clearly you can hear the voice of tu pac as it hits on the speakers. Francis rapped along with the voice as he drove speedly, uncarefully towards community college.
In no time he was there, "wow, look how things have changed, any way, what do you expect? There's only one constant thing, change." He parked the car, left it without locking, he thinks this is america or wherever where you leave something and meet it the same way when you come back. His movement was so swift that you will have to run to catch up with him. He was sent to abroad to get a good education but he got the reverse of it.
Mannerlessly he barged into mrs. Adeleke's office. "Hey mum am back", he shouted as he saw an awful sight that made him even madder. "My God," he screamed. As he got closer to the table, michael hurriedly wore his cloth. Mrs. Adeleke was still draging her pant when a bomb like slap landed on her face. " So this was why you could not even call me for two years now," thunderd francis. " And you", he turned to michael. "I will fix this", he rushed out of the office.
He got to the car, entered and started the engine. He pulled out of the slump where he had parked, then he sped off. The dust filled the air as he speedly made his way out of the gate. He needed some where to cool his so he thought it will be nice to stop by a hotel and have some drink. As he drove across city hotel, he pulled up to consider it. "ok," he thought. He reversed back, drove into the hotel. As he parked at the garage, he noticed that the car parked beside his looked familiar. "That's the car dad used to bring me back from the airport," he said. He walked into the club. The place was dark you wouldn't see the people sitting in there. He spotted a figure that looked familiar. " Thats dad", he mumbled. The figure was kissing a young lady, he couldn't see her face. He got closer to be sure of what he saw. He was right, that was mr. Adeleke and jeniffer. He felt the anger as his head swoll up as if it was going to explode. "What do I do now?" He asked himself. He can't stay here so he rushed out of the club.
He drove out of the hotel. The fm was saying something so he increased the volume. The voice of the lady on the radio was sounding attractive. The news was clear and understandable. That a man named austin was nabbed by the police for murder. Who ever austin was francis cares less to know so he switched off the radio and drove home slowly......... To be continued. send me an email and tell me what you think about this book. Dng_55@yahoo.com or on facebook. Chinedu anachuna.